#vampire!peter

[babybatscreationsv2]

For Halloween prompt - how about a vampire Starker with SIM!Tony meeting his kinky and power equal in Vampire!Peter?

Warnings for murder, blood, fear kink, and dehumanization

"I like the way you catch your prey," a man behind him said. Peter set down the drink he was pretending to nurse. He turned away from the bar to see the host of the party addressing him.

"I'm sorry?" Peter answered.

Tony grinned. "Men like us don't apologize," he said with a wink. Then he held out his hand. "Come take a walk with me."

Peter stepped down from the stool. He inhaled through his nose the scent he found in the air was strange. There was something wrong with his blood. Everyone here was shooting up Tony's Extremis. They all smelled of it. Tony's was different though. Whatever he was giving the public wasn't the same as what he gave the others. His scent was even more alien.

Tony took his hand and tucked Peter's arm in his. They walked along the edge of the roof, waist high glass railing to one side. All around them the party was turning into a orgy, as they always did. Peter was usually gone by now.

"I don't recall inviting you," Tony said casually.

"I can't imagine you invited all of these people individually."

"You have no idea what I spend my time on."

Peter laughed. "The great Tony Stark? Surely you have more important things to do."

Tony looked at him with eyebrows raised and a gleam in his eyes. "You would be right. In fact, the very important thing I've been spending my time on," he said as they passed through the open doorway and into the bedroom. "Is you."

He stopped and turned so they were facing each other. Peter glanced at the handful of couples in the room. All were too intoxicated to remember this tomorrow.

"What about me?"

Tony's grip tightened on his hand. Something moved up his arm like liquid metal. Peter looked down to see flowing silver moving up his arm. He jerked back as it reached his elbow, but it was strong.

"Let go of me!" Peter shoved him back with his other hand, but Tony grabbed his forearm. The man smiled, entirely delighted to see his genius once again fulfill him. Silver slid up that arm, too, encasing him up to his neck until he couldn't move his arms.

"I know why you come to these parties, Peter. My friends can be careless. Sometimes accidents happen. Sometimes a person slips and falls from a rooftop."

"I don't know what you're talking about. Let me go!"

Tony leaned into his space. "I don't mind you killing people. Not even people who are close to me." He scoffed. "If they couldn't fight you off, then they deserve it. No matter how much Extremis they take, they'll always be weak. Not like us."

"What do you want?"

Tony's eyes slid down from his own. They lingered over his lips, then carried on down his body. Peter breathed a little faster, air moving uselessly through his lifeless body in a mockery of human arousal.

The silver on his skin drew back, growing less rigid. It felt soft now like skin as it brushed over his skin. A human hand wrapped around the back of his neck and pulled him a step closer. Then Tony's lips were on his, moving together, as silver tendrils slid over his body making him shiver down into his toes.

He followed eagerly as Tony pulled him onto the bed. The man laid down on his back, cradling Peter to him. Hands on his hips, encouraged him to grind against him. The growing pleasure only reminded him of how hungry he was. Orgasms are sweeter without the distraction of aching fangs and Tony was practically demanding sex. Not that Peter had any complaints about that.

He pushed up on his hands, looking down at those blue eyes that seemed almost to glow. Tony smirked and he spoke before Peter could even get the words out.

"Let's get you what you came here for." He gently pushed Peter over to the side so he was laying next to him. Then he took a moment to view the hedonism creating something of a chorus within the room.

Tony looked at the woman laying closest to the bed. She was barely conscious and she did nothing but laugh when Tony grabbed her by the hair and pulled her onto the bed. She knelt, body limp, in his grasp.

"He's going to kill you," Tony said, nodding toward Peter.

"Wh-what?" she gasped, still giggling.

Tony shook her. "He's going to fucking kill you." He threw her down in between them. Peter watched her face as terror broke through her high.

"No- no, please-" She tried to push herself up, but Peter put his hand on her abdomen. It took nothing at all to keep her still even as she began to cry.

"Go on then," Tony said. "She's not worth the air she's wasting."

Peter looked at Tony, ignoring the struggling woman beneath him. He'd assumed Tony was just too big of an asshole to care about people dying, but that wasn't it at all. He cared very much. This whole thing he did. Playing god. It turned him on. And he wanted to watch Peter kill in a way he couldn't. With unrestrained violence.

He grabbed the woman by her throat and pulled her back up to her knees. He held Tony's eye as he settled behind her, ignoring the scratching of her nails. Tony moved only to grab her legs to stop her kicking, eyes still locked with Peter's, waiting.

He ran his lips over her neck and she sobbed, crying and begging already. Then his teeth, his fangs, cut into her skin and she screamed. Blood rushed into his mouth and his eyes finally shut in ecstasy. That first taste was always pure pleasure. He moaned into her skin, holding her tighter, feeling a bone somewhere crack.

It must have been a rib and it must have gone into her lung because she was wheezing now, gasping for air, as she suffocated. She died too quickly, forcing Peter to stop and drop her body not yet drained to the bed.

There was a moment of silence as the pair of them stared at each other. Then Tony was on top of him, pulling at his clothes. Between Peter's claw-like nails and Tony's silver tendrils, they turned their clothes into shreds.

The scent of blood was growing in the air as it leaked from the corpse's torn throat. It only made him hungrier. The Extremis now in his system was dangerous. It made him stronger than he already was, but Tony didn't seem to mind the bruising grip on his skin. He only stopped him when a thought crossed his mind and he drew back with a cruel grin.

Beside them, a man was passed out on the floor. His lover had crawled off to find someone else. Tony slapped him until his eyes blinked open, then he dragged him onto the bed. He positioned Peter over top of him, pressing kisses down his spine. He dragged his nails up Peter's thigh bringing a sigh to his lips.

Then he was stuffing his cock into him, without any real care, but Peter didn't mind the pain. Especially not with his weight against his back and his lips on his neck. They shared a kiss as Tony's hips met his ass. Peter moaned as he pushed in deep enough to ache in his gut.

"Take him," Tony purred.

Peter bent his head and placed his lips at the man's neck. For a moment, he moaned and his hands gripped Peter's arms. Then he was whimpering as fangs broke skin. Peter moaned into his neck. The motion of Tony fucking him caused him to tear the man's neck, making the blood flow faster. He wasn't going to last any longer than the man beneath him.

Silver tendrils slid over his skin like living bondage. He hadn't even realized just how much of him needed to be touched until he was wrapped up in him.

"How does it feel when they die on your tongue?" Tony mused.

Peter gasped, mouth unlatching from the man beneath him. He pushed Tony aside, rolling them over so Peter could lay on his back with Tony above him. He pulled him, kissing him with blood still on his tongue, gasping when Tony shoved his cock back in, fucking him while the man beside him took his last breaths.

[starker-sorbet]

Vampire Peter waiting for the moon to rise and for his lover to wake and take his place at Peter's side as the vampire he was always destined to become

[chronic-escapixt]

Tasty When You Sleep

Intended for readers 18+ (Minors DNI)

Content warnings: dark!Peter, yandere!Peter, noncon, somnophilia, smut, mentions of blood & drinking blood

Pairing: vampire!Peter x poc!reader *Peter & reader are 18*

Part 2

Peter couldn’t get enough of you, your beauty, your scent, the way soft snores tumbled from your slightly parted lips while you slept. A case of an innocent crush turned dangerously obsessive. Peter spent every moment he could watching you. Never speaking to you, just watching. Bringing you into his world would only harm you. He knew that.

Yet, there he was, standing in your bedroom, studying your sleeping form. He did not stray from the window, his access point into your room, because he was not sure he could trust himself near your restful body. You were a heavenly sight, laying on your back with your head turned just enough that he could see the velvety skin of your unmarked neck. Stray curls plastered to your face by the sheen of sweat on your skin. 

Peter could hardly control himself, opting to face the window rather than inhale more of your tempting aroma. He was plagued by a constant hunger for blood. The sensations of blood pumping through your body overwhelmed his senses. Peter wanted more than to drink from you. He wanted to taste every inch of your body, leaving bites all over that he would soothe with kitten licks. 

He was aroused from his thoughts when he heard you grunt in your sleep. Your face tensed, followed by a sting of soft moans. He turned his head to view the delicious sight, pants constricting his crotch at this point. Your nipples pebbled through your thin nightgown. Your legs were covered, but Peter could only imagine the wetness pooling in your panties. Your moans escalated as you reached the climax of your dream, legs switching.

Peter cupped his hand over his nose and mouth. A strong wave of your scent wafting in his direction. 

“Oh, fuck it-” he growled, dashing across your room and pouncing on you. Your neck was covered in rough kisses while your breasts were fondled, his rough fingertips tweaking your nipples. You mewled in your sleep, completely unstirred, believing this was merely a continuation of your erotic dream.

Peter could feel the pulsing of your heart rattling in his head as he was completely enraptured in the sensations of you. You smelled so- delicious, and in that moment, he wanted nothing more than to sink his teeth into you- Peter’s fangs grew suddenly, his canines evolving long sharp points. He inhaled your scent one more time, overwhelmed with hunger. He sank his teeth into the side of your neck. 

You were jolted awake immediately. Gasping once your mind registered the stinging, burning pain of his bite, the weight of his body crushing you. Bringing your arms up, you tried to push at his chest but he only managed to sink deeper into your body, making it difficult for you to breathe. You felt light-headed. 

Peter pulled back from your neck, your crimson blood trailing down his chin and staining his lips. 

 He let out a sigh, not taking his eyes off of yours. 

“Peter!” You exclaimed, “Peter? You- You’re a-” 

“-a vampire,” he finished, slanted grin flashing a bloody fang. 

You went rigid beneath him, pressure building in your chest as you held your breath while trying not to let any sobs past your lips, unwilling to let him see you cry. Your neck still throbbed.

 It was not secret to you that Peter had been interested in you for a while. You had caught him watching you at school on various occasions, but nothing could have prepared you for the reality that he was a vampire with a literal hunger for you. . 

“Are you gonna kill me?” you whimpered, stray tears rolling down your cheeks. 

Peter tilted his head, using his finger tip to delicately swipe the tears from your soft cheeks. 

“Now, now,” he tutted, “what would be the fun in that?” 

“Peter-” you went to beg, but the feeling of his fingertips brushing your swollen clit cut you off. A choked sigh left your lips as you were struck with the realization that you were wet, pussy drooling slick. Your hope that he did not notice dissolved once you heard him say, “So wet. You like this don’t you, naughty girl.”

[spideysenze]

pspspsps nerdy men lovers pspspspsps

[p1nkmic]

Don't know how to caption this,,

Let's just say that those fics on ao3 about biting changed something in me

[thatsbelievable]

[livingde4ddoll]

[bluegiragi]

they lost focus and had a consensual workplace relationship

nsfw on patreon

[mikroscopy]

late for work for… reasons

btw peter b’s lower half of the suit got ripped thats y he’s wearing sweats … think whatever let your mind explode 🤭

[spadoodle]

Goth Uncle Astarion.

[babybatscreationsv2]

Starker + vampire!Peter rising from his grave

Warning: this is a vent fic, it's not very nice, it implies a sad ending but it's open enough that you can make your own

The dirt was the only thing he'd known for so long. It was caked to his skin and matted in his hair. He deserved every bit of it. He was only as good as dirt. No, he was less. At least dirt could grow things.

The cemetery was empty this time of night, as one would expect. Peter shuffled through the grass, weak and half blind. The blindness only grew worse as he found the street. Street lights bathed him in yellow and stung his eyes. He squinted as he carried on, aimlessly moving. He was barely in control of it. After who could say how many years, the monster inside of him had taken over. His hunger would no long allow him to remain buried. He'd crawled out of his grave the night of his death and crawled right back in when he couldn't live with the guilt. Now his mind was empty of anything except the hunger.

Bright lights cased him shrink back. He almost fell onto the sidewalk. He stood with his hands over his eyes, afraid to move and in too much pain to see until the lights dimmed.

"Are you alright? What the hell happened to you?" A voice called to him.

Peter blinked away the light to see a car parked on the street and a man hurrying to reach him. Cars looked different than they had when he died. So did men. He was dressed so sharply, but he wasn't clean shaven. He always liked men like that. His father had called them slobs.

Hands hesitantly reached out and grabbed him by the shoulders. "Did someone hurt you? God, you're filthy." The man looked at the dirt on his own hands just from touching him.

"Can you talk?" He stared at him with big brown worried eyes. Peter wasn't sure if he could talk or not. His throat hurt. His whole body did. He didn't want to try so he just shook his head. The man nodded.

"I don't know if this is the right order of doing things, but I'm gonna take you home and clean you up and then well get you to a hospital. Sound good?"

Peter nodded again. He should have said no. He should have ran away, but he was so hungry, in so much pain. All he wanted was warmth. To feel close to someone. After all those years in the dirt.

The man led him to the car and opened the door for him. The inside was just as different as the outside. It was unsettling. The man got behind the wheel and gave him another look over.

"I'm Tony, by the way," he said. Peter just looked at him. "Don't worry. You're in good hands."

He started the car back down the road. Peter watched the cemetery pass by. There was a small forest beyond it, then a neighborhood. It looked different, too. There were houses. New ones. The ones he remembered didn't look the same.

The longer they drove, the more his hunger became hard to ignore. There was a certain smell coming off of Tony. One that made his mouth water.

They pulled into the driveway of a house with a perfect lawn and neat little bushes all in a row. Tony pulled the car into the driveway and they waited as the garage door opened. They pulled in and parked. Then Tony led him inside.

He was too kind to be so close. He helped Peter out of his muddy shoes and jacket. Then they both saw how torn his clothes were. Bugs must have eaten them while he was underground. Or maybe he was down there long enough for them to just decay. He had no idea. Just like Tony had no idea how much danger he was in and Peter had no will to stop him.

He was in a trance, called by the promise of warmth.

"Let's get you cleaned up and get you some food, okay?" Tony asked him with big brown eyes. Such concern and kindness and loneliness perhaps.

Peter looked around as they walked through the house together. There were pictures on the wall of the man with a little girl. No sign of a spouse to be seen. They passed by an empty bedroom decorated with pink flowers on the wall. Where was the girl?

"Help yourself to anything you need. I'll be the kitchen." Tony turned on the bathroom light and gave him a pat on the shoulder. "Towels are in the cupboard."

The smell of him faded as he walked away. For a moment, Peter thought he could resist. That he could leave. But that smell... he had felt so good. Aching with need, but the feeling was thrilling. Maybe he could just be near him. Maybe he didn't need more than that.

He turned on the shower and stepped under the water. He turned the handle warmer and warmer, but the heat refused to penetrate beyond the surface of his skin leaving him just as cold inside as he always was. He scrubbed away the dirt. Then he washed again just to be sure he was clean.

When he stepped out, he looked at his filthy clothes on the floor. He certainly couldn't put them back on, but Tony hadn't left him anything. So he dried off with a towel then wrapped another around his waist. Maybe he should care more about being naked in front of a stranger, but the only thing he cared about was getting back to Tony.

The man was in the kitchen, warming up some food. It probably would have smelled nice if Peter were still alive. Tony's back was turned. He didn't seem to notice when Peter entered.

"Thank you," he said, though his voice was all gravel and it hurt his throat.

Tony flinched and turned around, but he smiled at the sight of him. "I knew there was a boy under all that dirt. You hungry?"

Peter shook his head. He was hungry, but nothing Tony could cook would satisfy him. He needed more than food.

"I'm starving. Had a long day. Nothing compared to the day you had, I'm sure."

"I'm Peter, by the way," he said. He leaned against the kitchen counter, keeping distance between them. He couldn't get too close. He just needed to be near him. Where the promise of warmth was almost as good as the real thing.

Tony kept talking. Kept asking him questions before giving up. Then it was quiet and Peter could hear his heart beat. Maybe Tony liked his company, too. Maybe he felt the same way. It was good to be close to someone after so long alone.

But as Tony ate his meal, Peter found himself inching closer. By the time he was done and he turned to set his plate in the sink, Peter was close enough to touch him. So he kept going, closer, until his hand was on Tony's chest.

"Peter?" he asked softly. Tony's heart was racing. He could hear it.

Peter slid his head up, almost touching his neck. Tony's hand came to rest on his wrist, but he didn't push him away. His skin was so warm. Peter closed his eyes, overwhelmed by the sensation. It was so good.

"You don't have to..." Tony said.

It was almost funny. He thought Peter felt that he owed him for his kindness. He had no idea what he had let into his house.

Peter's hands touched his face. Gently, he pulled him down. Those big brown eyes stared into his own until they finally shut in anticipation. One starved for the connection, the other for warmth, their lips met.

And it was enough for Tony. Enough for him to moan, to pull Peter closer, to drink from his lips as if he were an oasis in the desert.

But it wasn't enough for Peter.

He slid his mouth away from Tony's lips, across his cheek, down his neck. And then he bit into his skin.

There it was. The warmth he craved.

Tony tried to push him away, but it was too late. Now that he had a taste, he couldn't stop. He needed it. He would die without it. Life was endless pain, endless misery without it. He couldn't stop himself.

[starker-sorbet]

Elder vampire Anthony Stark taking the newborn vampire Peter Parker as his mate and entrusting him with his heart that had for centuries been held under lock and key

Both metaphorically and literally

[chronic-escapixt]

Tasty When You Sleep {2}

Intended for readers 18+ (Minors DNI)

Content warnings: dark!Peter, yandere!Peter, noncon, somnophilia, smut, mentions of blood & drinking blood, oral (f receiving), fingering, overstimulation

Pairing: vampire!Peter x poc!reader *Peter & reader are 18*

Part 1

Peter hummed a little tune to himself while hooking his fingers in your panties and pulling the fabric down your thighs. 

“No Peter!” You raked your nails against the skin of his arms, drawing red lines with every scratch. A low groan rumbled through his chest before his hand wrapped around your throat. You went to yelp, but were immediately silenced by his tightening fingers. “You can deny it all you want, but the moment I got here I could smell the arousal on you.” 

“I was dreaming-” you countered, “I can’t be held responsible for what happens in a dream! Now get off of me-” 

Peter readjusted himself on top of you, actively pinning you down with his body. You could feel the rather large bulge in his pants nestled against your naked pussy. 

“What naughty little thoughts made this mess in your panties?” he raised your underwear to his nose and took a deep inhale before casting the damp fabric to the floor. His satisfied smile met his blood red eyes before he turned them back to you. He looked at you expectantly.

You purse your lips, shaking your head back and forth, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of your response. 

“Tell me what you were dreaming about.” he urged, the red in his eyes intensifying.

You refused to relent. He let go of your throat, his fingers drifting along your body, caressing the soft mounds of your breast, before trailing down your stomach and settling between your legs, the pad of his thumb gently pressing on your swollen clit. You shivered at the sensation as he moved his thumb in small circles. 

“P-Peter,” you stuttered out. 

Peter beamed down at you victoriously, watching you fall apart on just the caress of his thumb. He slipped a finger in your dripping hole, pumping it in and out fervently before adding another. Hot moans were coming from your mouth. 

“Your pussy is about to rip my fingers off. Are you about to cum?” He taunted.

You nodded your head feverishly, completely lost in the haze of pleasure, feeling only the way his fingertips hit that perfect spot inside you. 

“Tell me what you were dreaming about or I won’t let you cum.” 

You groaned audibly. At this point you NEEDED to cum. His fingers were still inside you and now he was angling them just right to hit that spot everytime, just what you needed to take you over the edge. 

Oh, fuck it!

“YOU- I was dreaming about YOU Peter!” you came with a scream. His fingers fucked you through your orgasm, your ample juices creating creamy noises with each thrust of his digits. 

“I knew it..” he muttered, bringing his face close to yours before placing a kiss on your lips. Maybe it was the post-orgasm haze or he really did fuck your brains out, but you kissed him back, earning a growl of surprise from him. Peter deepened the kiss. Peter suddenly pinched your nipple. You gasped, allowing his tongue access into your yummy mouth, which his tongue explored eagerly. 

Peter pulled away from your lips, his gaze lingering on your face. He tucked a loose curl behind your ear and brushed his palm against your cheek.

“Are you afraid of me?” he asked, big blood red orbs where his brown irises should be staring you down. 

“Y-Yes,” you answered truthfully. 

Peter flashed a wicked grin. “Good. My food always tastes better when it's a little scared.” 

“W-What?! I thought you weren’t gonna kill me!” You cried out, fighting again to get up from under him. His fangs grew instantly. You winced, bracing yourself for the sharp pain of another bite, your neck still dully aching from the puncture wound in your flesh. Peter breathed against the wound before placing a chaste kiss to your flesh then gliding his warm tongue against the skin, lapping up any blood left at the site. A hum slipped out of you, almost feeling soothed. 

Peter climbed down your body until his head rested between your thighs, his breath ghosting over your slit. He swirled his tongue around your clit before popping it between his lips and sucking on the sensitive flesh. Your eyes were blown wide, crazed screams leaving your mouth.

“...so tasty,” he moaned against your heat. Your thighs trembled. You felt the pressure of a growing orgasm bubbling over inside you. He kept a vice tight grip on your hips to keep you from bucking wildly into his mouth. He wanted you to take what he gave you… and he savored you slowly, lapping up every drip of cum from your cunt. 

Peter learned how to draw out whiny moans from you once he started fucking you with his tongue. Your hot flesh melded to his tongue. The muscle stroked your core, stoking an already blazing fire inside you. You came again, but he didn’t stop. You tried to shove his head away, but you only managed to tug on his brown curls, earning a gravelly moan from him that vibrated against your core.

“Oh! Peter please!” You pleaded, hoping for any ounce of mercy he could offer your overstimulated cunt. You were crying. trembling, writhing beneath him. Peter made you come so many times that your core ached, clenching around nothing.

Peter released your clit and leaned his head against your thigh, staring up at you alluringly, his lips glistening with your juices. 

“Is it too much, babygirl?” 

You nodded. 

Peter slapped your cunt. “Too bad. You’re gonna take everything I give you.” 

You jolted back, but couldn’t get far before his lips reattached to your clit and your hips were being held down with a bruising grip. All you could do was take it and cum over and over as he alternated between over stimulating your clit and drinking your gushing nectar. 

“P-Peter…Peter…P-Peter,” you mumbled mindlessly. 

“Aww…poor dumb baby… I haven’t even put my cock in you yet.”

[rocktheholygrail]

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